Trickery.

No, he showed up to collect the cable box. And I realize that account of the story sounds a lot more salacious than it is. Husband answered the door. I stayed on the couch under my blanket, as I was in my pajamas and unable to entertain callers.

unable to entertain callers

Oh, don't underestimate yourself.

I think I've discovered a win-win way to end a conversation with a person who keeps jabbing back for the last word. Offer them the last word, since it clearly means a lot to them.

My god--Modcloth has some hideous swimsuits. Look at this: [link] -- who does that flatter? And if you can't find a good model for this [link] I'm not going to risk buying it.

They have a number of classic standards, but some of their deviations are dodgy as all fuck.

And I would love to rock this [link] but I'm not sure who (apart from the model) can.

My god--Modcloth has some hideous swimsuits.

Oh my.

Jesus fuck. Now I think my cat is having an anal gland issue. If I have to take him to the vet this week, I might cry.

Look at this: [link] -- who does that flatter?

When it's just too hot to wear your mom jeans to the beach.

I could rock the high-bottom, but what's up with the strings?

Oh, Jesse. That sucks so much. And even more for your poor kitty!

It's something that the military is aware of, but tends to get glossed over, but massive troop deployment always winds up taking its share of casualties on shit like that. I was surprised to find out that friendly fire accounts for about 20% of battle casualties.

Far and away one of the most unsettling aspects of reading (your friend) Hillenbrand's book Unbroken was the startling number of lives lost in training, rescue attempts, etc.

Oh, Jesse. That sucks so much. And even more for your poor kitty!

Yeah, he feels terrible. And looks so skinny! :(

Casper could rock those bottoms - in fact, they look suspiciously like something in the Lands End kids line.

In other fashion news, I bought Casper a black rah-rah skirt today, and she already has knee-high black 3-layers-of-fringe Minnetonka boots (a birthday present from ebay.) She's basically living in 1986, fashion-wise. I am hesitant to tell her so. (Shopping with her was hilarious today. I wanted to buy her a classic little-girls dress - we're going to my grandfather's 90th birthday party this weekend - and she kept saying, 'that's something a SIX year old would wear.' I think she won.) (In other other fashion news, my mother told me she's thinking of wearing a tunic and capri leggings to said birthday party. She's 62, people. Am I going to be the only age-appropriate person there?)

Maybe it's the Cambridge speaking, but I think the right tunic and capri leggings are totally 62-year-old style.